The Captive Slut Under the Stairs

Alena Croft got caught. He dragged her into his basement and chained her there, a blond trophy waiting for him when boredom hit. She wore nothing but steel around her wrists and ankles. One day she tried to bolt. The basement was bigger than she thought, corridors twisting into black. No exit. No way out. When he found her she was backed against the wall, sweat shining on her big fake tits. He slammed her face-down on a table, yanked her arms behind her, and cinched the cuffs tight. Rope around her thighs kept her spread. He worked her open fast, spit on his cock, then drove in hard. Her scream came out hoarse, almost a growl, as he fucked her ass without mercy. She bucked and begged, yet every thrust pinned her harder. He held her throat, whispered what she already knew. She belonged here now. She gave in, pushing back, body on fire, taking every inch until he finished deep inside her. The chain rattled. Nothing else moved. She stayed under the stairs, broken in and bound.